LA FLACA DE T.L. . I once had a neighbor called La Flaca. I was always assured a joint when I paid a visit. She always was glad to see me and warned me siempre to stay away from the demon speed. . She told me once that her friends and acquaintances were few by choice she explained. . I remember how I came home one afternoon to see her family across the hall loading and packing Flaca's precious few belongings. Then I seen La Flaca. Oh, I mean Benjamin. . See La Flaca was a drag queen prostitute straight out of the T.L. (Tenderloin for all wannabe City folks) . His folks had convinced him to come home. Why? Because the speed demon had finally possessed La Flaca's soul. . People come, people go... I will always be grateful for being one of the chosen few Flaca called a friend... She taught me lessons in life which still affect and mean something to me. . "Orale! La Flaca de T.L., every time I pass by the Hyde plaza you still put a smile on my face and in my heart." . People just seen a drug addict queen ho when they passed you by, I seen the real person. . "Mijo, have you eaten today?" . "One day us drag queens will get the respect faggots have from the straight world." . "Never mind what speed does Joel" . "Ay Joel, I'm tired of this life." . A real person, "La Flaca."